"I like this, the sense of static solidity dissolving as it receeds, as has the flesh I presume to buried below, and crucifix in the narrow focal plane expressing the eternal human hope of resurrection. But, Quiet, eternally so.

In contrast, Unquiet, with a branch recently set in motion, some leaves not yet dead, it seems, in an interesting, playful composition. And the possibility that some plant-loving soul can resurrect it to again speak its language of color, motion and changing form.

A disclaimer: This opinion is written under the influence of a healthy dose of my evening Jim Beam sipping whiskey. None the less I take full responsiblity for its content."